After beating someone up, the mood was elating!
With his arm hooked around Han Xiaoxu's neck, Xiaosan had the appearance of close brothers, though the words that slipped out made one want to beat him up again, "Kid, you were pretty cocky just now, huh? So, can you still be that cocky now?"
"Just because you came in a bit earlier than me, what are you so proud of? Give me those years, and I could've instantly knocked you out," Han Xiaoxu retorted with a sidelong glance, even cursing out loud.
"Yo-ho! The kid's not half bad! Still giving me lip even after losing," Xiaosan said, looking at Han Xiaoxu's tender face with a mockingly amused expression on his darkened one.
Smart kid, he's got potential!
Reflecting on the past, he had also been toughened up by being beaten all the way; Xiaosan wore a nostalgic expression.
The beatings he'd endured back then—he hadn't yet paid them all back!
